"They'll be OK without you," the reaper assured Bobby.
The reaper had been wrong. That wasn't his last memory. Bobby had two more.
SSS
He turned around. He was walking into a house. He knew this house. He had only been there once but he knew it. He walked down the hall and into the study and found Sam cradling Dean, who had been torn to ribbons by Hell Hounds.
"Come on, son. We should salt and burn." He had remembered saying that and remembered trying to convince Dean of the same thing exactly a year before.
"No. We bury him. He'll need a body when I get him back somehow."
"Sam," Bobby tried to warn him to not make the same mistake as his brother, but Sam paid no attention. And as soon as Dean was safely in the ground, Sam went to the Impala, hesitated before getting in, as if he knew it could never truly belong to him, and drove off to unknown whereabouts.
SSS
"He died saving the world, Dean. You promised you wouldn't try to bring him back and you'd go live happy with Lisa and Ben. You go now or you'll never go."
It had hurt Bobby to send Dean away. Dean had always been his favorite. It wasn't that he didn't love Sam. Of course, he did, but he just saw more of himself in Dean.
Dean hadn't said a word, just hugged him and left. He hadn't seen him again for a year, but later found out he had tried to do all sorts of stupid things to get Sam back.
SSS
"Maybe they would be OK," Bobby said to the reaper, "But, I ain't going to take that chance. These boys have had too much pain in their lives. Besides, they tend to do stupid things when people they love die and I'm not going to be the cause of that."
He turned his back on the reaper and walked back towards his body…and his boys.
